Let me begin by sharing with you my background with the occult. (Thisdoes have some relevency to my story.) I have always been interestedin the strange and unexplained. I love to read stories, both true andfiction, about ghosts, UFOs, poltergeists, the Bermuda Triangle,psychic incidences, etc. I never read much about vampires. I was neververy interested... thought it was just a movie. Well, anyway, thislast year in high school, I met two people who were interested invampires. The one subscibed to a newsletter and got mail fromself-pronounced vampires. But we always just thought of them aspsychos, and it was fun to read their letters during lunch. The otherwas more quiet and withdrawn. Anyway, I'm just trying to say that Iwas not a believer, and I never really thought too much about it. Oh!And I never watched Dracula before, either.
I will start from the beginning. Last Spring, I broke up with a longtime boyfriend, and I was really feeling alone and depressed. A friendof mine had put an ad in the personals, and the dates she got weren'todd and deformed. So, I thought that I would give it a try. I waslooking for someone with style and personality, but almost everyonesounded dull and very much alike. Except on the last week that it ran,one guy had caught my attention. He didn't really say that much, but Iknew he was the one that I wanted to see.
So, I called him, and we talked for a little while. He told me abouthow he likes to travel out of the country a lot. He said that he couldspeak many languages. I made him say something in Italian, French,Russian, Arabic, German, and Japanese. I was impressed! They allsounded authentic to me. I couldn't understand how he could know allthese languages, when I couldn't even speak Spanish after threehorrible years of Spanish classes. He is only twenty and never went tocollege. I just wrote it off as being easier since he has traveled alot. He was living in a beach resort city with his uncle. He showedsuch a strong distaste for that city and the U.S. in general. It wasthe culture that he hated. I can't say that I blame him, that city isa dump!
We really liked talking to each other and were eager to meet. Wearranged to go out the next night after I was done work. I got done ateight o'clock, and I drove to his house. It was an hour away. Ineglected to realize that it was going to be nearly impossible to readthe house numbers in the dark. I drove back and forth down his streetmany times trying to read numbers. When I finally narrowed it down towhat block he lived on, I noticed him standing outside. (By the way,let's call him Sam. I'm tired of saying he a lot and I want topreserve his identity.)
Sam looked different than I was expecting. He was handsome in anunusual way. He looked and acted European. I liked that. We took along walk and talked some more. I will only tell about the things thatare relevent to this story. Sam revealed that he was from Canada. Healso said that he loved to stay out all night. (When I called him forthe first time, I woke him up at 3 o'clock in the afternoon!) Sam wastelling me about how he likes to wear vintage clothes and how he hadhis eye on a French Revolutionary coat. He also told me that he isvery old-fashioned. He also started to speak in Latin and old English.I found all that he had to say fascinating, but thoughts on vampireswere far from my mind.
After a while, we walked down on the beach and sat on a lifeguard'schair. The scene was perfect. Sam claimed that he could read a personby looking into their eyes. I didn't believe him. I dared him to tellme what I was thinking at that exact moment. He said that he wouldhave to look for a long time before he could determine. We weretalking about our past relationships and I said about how I could haveloved my last boyfriend forever if only he hadn't done what he did.(Another very long story. It spans three years.) Suddenly, he saidthat it is impossible to love forever. He was very vehement about it.We got quiet. I started to think for a while. Then it occurred to mehow perfect this scene was and how I wanted him to kiss me. Just assoon as the thought went through my head, he leaned over and kissedme. Sam is a VERY good kisser. So, the next ten minutes were spentkissing and kissing. That was it. There was no pressure to go anyfarther. It made me feel safe.
Later, we got down from the seat and started back to his place.Halfway across the beach, he suprised me by suddenly taking me intohis arms and kissing me again. This time it made me very dizzy, sinceI was standing up. I never had that happen to me before. When wefinally got back to his place, he put some European gothic music onand lit candles and incense. We continued kissing and cuddling. Itcould have went on forever. He sat up and changed his position alittle. That's when I got a good look at his face. His crystal blueeyes were unnaturally bright and his teeth glowed for the first timetonight. At that moment, everything made sense! I sat bolt upright andprobed into his mouth with my hand. His teeth looked very long. Istammered, Your aaa vvvvvampire!
He just laughed and said, Maybe I am, maybe I'm not. But I felt thatI knew the truth. I was very frightened, so that was the end of thedate. I told him to call me again, because I am just shaken up now andwill probably be fine later. I was shaking as I walked back to my car.I thought about it during the ride home and decided to talk to myfriends about it.
The next day, I went to school and franticly searched for either ofthe two friends. My closer one was absent that day. The other one wasgoing on a school trip with me that day. It was going to be a two hourride. (Although she was quiet about her vampire beliefs, we did talk alot about other things. She understands me.) As soon as I saw her, shecould tell what I was going to ask her. We talked all the way thereabout it. She told me that she is one also and explained a lot aboutvampires to me. Many things that she told me matched up with how heacted. At the end of the day, I was convinced to see him again. I feltbad for the way I acted and was afraid that he would never call meagain.
I was wrong. Sam called me at work just when I was sitting down tohave a break. It was perfect timing. I apologized for the stupid way Iacted, and he said that it was alright. We arranged another meetingfor a couple days later.
When I reached his house for the second time, he was outside waiting,again. Sam was still jumping around my questions about what he reallyis. Finally, he admitted that he was a vampire. He told me that he isonly revealing this to me because I figured it out for myself. I askedhim how old he really is, but he refused to answer that. He did saysome things in what he said was Samaritan. He hinted that he was achild of the milennia. Sam told me a lot of interesting things now.Stories from his past. He even claimed to have a picture of himselfhanging in Ellis Island. There is really so much more, but I think Imade my point.
We spent so much time close together like this. He showed such sadnessas he recounted the past. Sorrow over the loss of loves, children,friends, etc. He told me that he is now uncapable of loving because hehas been hurt too many times. I felt so sad for him, and I began tocry. He looked at me sadly and said that he can no longer cry norfeel. This hurt badly because I fell in love with him. It justhappened, and still, to this day, I love him with all of my heart. Helooked into my eyes and said that I am so beautiful and yet my soul iseven more so. We kissed some more and he got very close to my neck. Iwas a little nervous, but I trusted him somehow.
The next time that I saw him, he was a little more agressive. He laiddown on top of me and started kissing me very intensely. He used histeeth and he was sucking on the skin on my neck. Although, I wasafraid he was going to bite me, I didn't want him to stop. The nightpassed like before. On my drive home, I noticed that he had given me ahickey. I was annoyed because before he had said that he never giveshickeys.
When I told him about the hickey, he acted surprised. He began to backoff from me. From what my friend told me, I think I know why he didthat. I think that he lost control of his desires and almost drank myblood. Now, he is afraid that it will go too far. He seems ratherreluctant to bring me into his world of darkness and despair. We lostcontact for a while.
It was impossible for me to stop thinking about him. Whenever I dothink about him, I begin to cry over his loneliness. I want to becomelike him and keep him company for eternity. I feel the craving to lethim drink some of my blood and I would like to taste his. The desireis unbearable. (And sometimes I feel a slight tingle where he gave methat hickey, even though it has long since disappeared.)
I have regained contact with him, but I am away at college and cannotsee him. We do write each other. This semester I'm taking Latin and atthe end of some of the letters, I write a message in Latin. He canunderstand it. He knows how I feel, but he doesn't want to curse me. Iunderstand his point, but now that I know about it, I can't helpwanting it.
Well, that's most of the story. There is so much more I could sayabout him, but it could go on for a long time. (not forever) It is sohard to learn that something believed to be a fairy tale is actuallytrue. I know that vampires do exist. However, they are not all evil.Sam has the most beautiful soul in the world. I feel it in me everytime he looks at me with those magical eyes.